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Boris:
Harry, how did you know you were in love? I mean with you and Lucy. How'd you know it wasn't just infatuation?

Dr Harry Wolper:
Scientifically, of COURSE. By using The Love Formula.

Boris:
The what?

Dr Harry Wolper:
Love Formula. Add up the number of times that you think about the lady each day. Subtract from the total the number of times you think about yourself each day. If the remainder is more lady, and less yourself, then it's love.

Boris:
Oh, I've been thinking about Barbara a lot lately.

Dr Harry Wolper:
What's so very neat about this particular formula, is that "a lot" plugs into it beautifully. Boris, would you and the subject of your computations care to join me at the beach house for the weekend?

Boris:
The question is have I learned anything about life. Only that human being are divided into mind and body. The mind embraces all the nobler aspirations, like poetry and philosophy, but the body has all the fun. The important thing, I think, is not to be bitter... if it turns about that there is a god, I don't think that he is evil, I think that the worse thing you could say s that he is, basically, an under-achiever. After all, there are worse things in life than death. If you've ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman, you know what I'm talking about. The key is, to not think of death as an end, but as more of a very effective way to cut down on your expenses. Regarding love, heh, what can you say? It's not the quantity of your sexual relations that counts. It's the quality. On the other hand if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into. Well, that's about it for me folks. Goodbye

Brad Bellick:
So this is where Theodore practiced "pervert knows best." [Geary laughs] This is where he had his family supper. And that, I believe, is where you and Miss Hollander expressed your love. Tell me little Teddy, did you make her wear Doctor Dentons and hold a lunch box? Help you get all worked up?

Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell:
Bradley, I couldn't expect a grown man who still lives with his mamma to understand the machinations of love.

Brad:
You know what love is backwards? It's E-V-O-L. Evil! Pure evil! Granted it's spelled differently, but it's the same thing.

Brain:
[reads Pinky's letter] "Dear Santa, hello, haha, narf! This year Santa, I ask for nothing, but I wish to tell you about my dear friend, the Brain. He is honest and very hard working, and only wants what's best for the world. But he gets no reward, he is only greeted with defeat. He never gives up, but I know it must be very hard. So please, take anything that you have for me and give it to my best friend in the whole world, the Brain. Love, Pinky. P.S. By any chance, do you have in that big old bag of yours... the world?" []

Brak:
You know? Love is a happy time all throughout the Universe. It's when a male part of the species goes to the female part of the species and says, "Hey, do you wanna go on a date?" And then she would say, "Why, yes, I'd like to go on a date," if you're lucky. And then, they'd go to a restaurant, and she gets something called a salad, and then he gets a big piece of beef that he eats. And that, to me, ladies and gentlemen... is love. Kinda makes you cry, doesn't it?

Brandon:
"Dear Lana, By the time you read this I'll be back home in Lincoln. I'm scared of what's ahead, but when I think of you I know I'll be able to go on. You were right, Memphis isn't that far off. I'll be taking that trip down the highway before too long. I'll be waiting for you. Love always and forever, Brandon."

Brenda Leigh Johnson:
It looks like love. That's what it looks like. Looks like love.

Brian Topp:
What are you playing?

Tim:
Tomb Raider 3.

Brian Topp:
She's drowning.

Tim:
Yeah.

Brian Topp:
Is that the point of the game?

Tim:
It depends what mood you're in really.

Brian Topp:
What sort of mood are you in then?

Tim:
Well, I got a letter from my girlfriend this morning three months too late explaining why she dumped me. It was full of you'll always be special and I'll always love you platitudes designed to make me feel better while simultaneously appeasing her deep seeded sense of guilt for running off with a slimy little city boy named Duane and destroying my faith in everything in the world that is good and pure.

Brian Topp:
So it didn't really work then.

Tim:
No, it made me want to drown things!

Brom Bones:
[about Katrina] I love her more than life itself. I don't believe he loves her. Not like I do.

Brooke:
George Bernard Shaw once wrote: "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it." Clearly, Shaw had his heart broken once or twice.

Nathan Scott:
As far as I'm concerned, Shaw was a punk. Cause you know what? Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do, give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you got to fight like hell to make sure your still alive. Because you are. And that pain you feel? That's life. The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you, that somewhere out there is something better, and that something is worth fighting for.

Haley James:
This year, I got everything I wanted and everything I wished for. But in a way, I lost even more.

Lucas 'Luke' Scott:
Shaw was right. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our lives better: money, popularity, fame... we ignore what truly matters, the simple things, like friendship, family, love. The things we probably already had.

Mouth McFadden:
So Mr. Shaw thinks that getting your heart's desire is a tragedy? I say he's wrong. I mean, clearly Shaw never kissed Erica Marsh.

Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer:
Yes, losing your heart's desire is tragic. But gaining your heart's desire? That's all you can hope for. This year I wished for love... to immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted. And if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy. Because I wouldn't give it back for the world.

Bucky Bright:
Boy, 30 Rock. Stories I could tell about this plays. Eh, nobody wants to listen to me anymore.

Kenneth Parcell:
Oh, Mr. Bright, I would love to hear about the good old days.

Bucky Bright:
Well, it was different back then, I'll tell you. Yes, sir, boy, they were classy. Yeah. Yeah, it was. We didn't have any of those shirts with words on them or dungarees or anything like that. No, sirree. Men came to work in ties and hats.

Kenneth Parcell:
That's so elegant.

Bucky Bright:
And you had tailor-made suits and a little place here for a little carnation in your lapel. And an inside monogrammed pocket, you know, for your opium pipe and your switchblade.

Buddy Love:
Here y'are, baby. Take this, wipe the lipstick off, slide over here next to me, and let's get started.

Bullet Tooth Tony:
[Madonna's "Lucky Star" comes on on the radio] Oh, I love this track.

Burt:
Any religion without love and compassion is false! It's a lie!

Buttercup:
You can't hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

Buttercup:
You're the Dread Pirate Roberts, admit it.

Westley:
With pride. What can I do for you?

Buttercup:
You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.

Westley:
Tsk, tsk. That's hardly complementary Highness. Why loose your venom on me?

Buttercup:
You killed my love.

Westley:
It's possible. I kill a lot of people.

Buttermaker:
Baseball's hard. You can love it but, believe me, it don't always love you back. It's kinda like dating a German chick.

Cameron:
The 1961 Ferrari 250GT California. Less than a hundred were made. My father spent three years restoring this car. It is his love, it is his passion.

Ferris:
It is his fault he didn't lock the garage.

Candy:
I just want to say that being chosen as this month's Miss August is like a compliment I'll remember for as long as I can. Right now I'm a freshman in my fourth year at UCLA, but my goal is to become a veterinarian, 'cause I love children.

Capt. Shane Vansen:
It's November 19th. Sunday back home. Sundays this time of year, I used to lay in bed and watch the morning football game. And then I'd go out when the sun was just... right. Golden. Autumn. I grew up in San Diego, and people say that there are no change of seasons in California, but... there are. I could always feel it. Always. There is just this... cold, inevitable edge in the air. The light, the colors... it's as if the Earth were letting you know that Summer was gone. There's no getting it back. Winter's coming and there's nothing that you can do to escape it. A lot of people say that they fall in love in the Spring. Not me. I always fell in love in Autumn. It is just the most... romantic... sexy... desperate... And I'll never see it again. This enemy could kill every last person on Earth and there would still be Autumn. But I'm going tomorrow morning to make sure that there is always someone there to feel it.

Captain Love:
The lady and I were trying to dance.

Alejandro:
You were trying. She was succeeding.

Captain Nemo:
Do you know the meaning of love, professor?

Professor Arronax:
I believe I do.

Captain Nemo:
What you fail to understand is the power of hate. It can fill the heart as surely as love can.

Professor Arronax:
I'm sorry for you. It's a bitter substitute.

Carl Panzram:
Naturally, I now love Jesus very much. Yes, I love him so damn much that I would like to crucify him all over again!